For about the last two weeks since the car accident, I've been kind of distracted from paying attention to the cultural stuff of right now, and so I'm pretty sure I've missed at least one of the Planned Parenthood videos.

Imagine my surprise that when I come back to the rest of the world and everybody is in an uproar about Josh Duggar having an account on some affair-seeking website.

Talk about Schadenfreude. Did he do serious damage to his relationship with his wife and children (if they have any)? Yes. But it's their business. Why do people even care?

Two reasons did come to mind. Neither makes a particularly flattering statement about us, the American public.

The first is taken from the mouth of the Green Goblin in Spiderman. He said, "the one thing [people] love more than a hero is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying." Not that Josh Duggar is exactly a hero - but the family had a pretty good reputation until now. (That other bad PR thing was him, too, right?) The part that's interesting for me is that villains sometimes have a surprising amount of insight into the human condition. Sinners - that's all of us - love to cry "hypocrisy" when they see someone who was widely believed to be virtuous get caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

The second is even more cynical. We are trying to find something - anything - else to pay attention to aside from those Planned Parenthood videos, because they truly do horrify us. We don't want to have real, actual thoughts about the morality of the greatest evil of our time. If we have real thoughts about it, we might change our minds about the "my body, my decision" sacred cow.

I was kind of worried that it would be hard to get Pitter Patter excited about getting a new little brother or sister.

As it turns out - that's going to be a snap. She's been all about playing with the most realistic little baby doll she has, and she's been asking me to hold the baby for her, so I've been showing her how to hold babies and rock babies, and pat them on the back.

And we've been talking about all the stuff that babies need. That if babies have clean diapers, full tummies, and somebody to rock them,snuggle them, and help them go to sleep, that's all they want. They're happy after that. (I know it isn't exactly that simple, but she's 2. It's as complicated as it needs to be.)

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Here I Am

At our daughter's baptism.

About Me

I'm Shannon. I'm a Catholic who's been married five years to my wonderful Presbyterian husband, Daniel. I have been staying at home with our two beautiful daughters since December 2013 (back when we only had one!).

I love playdates, coffee, writing, crochet, studying theology as an amateur, and building spreadsheets to track the most mundane and random things you ever heard of (mostly because I like building spreadsheets). I am a big nerd.

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